Best Visibility Poems


Premium Member Visibility Spell

fists flying
for the wings that won't
the bruises
make her happy

Premium Member Summer Moon



                                            Grimy sweaty dusk, 
                                             L.A. hazy horizon.
                                            Steaming torrid lune.

Visibility

Visibility
is unavoidable when 	
your so beautiful


Visibility Down

fog and thicker fog 
mist envelopes all
even the psychic can't see

Premium Member Visibility

Invisible doesn't  mean not exist
Air is invisible but it does exist
God is invisible but he does exist
Romance is invisible but love exists
Food with artificial and chemical ingredients
Doesn't kill but harm exists
You won't  die instantly 
But you'll suffer enduringly
Just like you can't judge someone 
guilty 
Without full proof and solid evidence
But guilt exists

Premium Member Manifest Visibility

sweet Kissimmee sun...
carefree hands on steering wheel
...soft marshmallow clouds

3/14/2019

*Kissimmee - city in Florida


Visibility

VISIBILITY
Are you seeing the unseen of visibility
This is the last chance of infinity
Life is short and deep in conspiracy
Let's talk about the sensibility
Tr?n Minh Hi?n Hien Tran Orlando February 11, 2017
© Hien Tran  Create an image from this poem.

Clear Visibility

K-iss the fog farewell, 
D-ark sky has turned bright and blue, 
A-s the rain is gone.








Topic: Birthday of Kyla Marie D. Alves (March 11) 
Form: Acrostic Haiku

Visibility

He opens the door 
and light spills into the room, 
as shadows vanish.

Premium Member Treacherous Road Conditions

Fog on the road, white out conditions.
Cannot see a thing; wind bats car back and forth
Sideways, as we try to advance forward.
Slap. Slap. Drive. Slap. Slap.Drive.
The windshield wipers appeared to have turned on.
Oh, I guess I did do that.
It does not help at all. Slap. Slap. Drive. Slap.Slap. Drive.

Christmas Eve. The car is sliding, we whirl in
A complete circle, BAM! When we hit another car,
The trunk pops open. The gaily wrapped presents begin
Throwing themselves onto the freeway.  We are still spinning.
I get a glimpse of a small package, and watch a semi
Smack it away, in a furious head-butt.  Spin. Spin. Spin.
Some fool honks. I know we’re in trouble, I think.
Whomp! We land in the side of a snowbank, three
Feet from the freeway.  Fog on the road, white house
Conditions. Watch out everyone! And you can stop
Blowing your horns. We know!

Our Visibility

We sink at night
We sink more in light
To answer
Why we are here.

We see what comes
To our mind
We never see
What we seek not

Police Visibility

To lessen crime:
                  everyone should smile
                  everyone should be vigilant
                  everyone should follow legal rules
                  everyone knows 911
                  everyone should learn basic self-defense
There should be installed cameras everywhere 
There should be police visibility everywhere.

Premium Member Visibility

VISIBILITY

visible in mind
of
what cannot be seen
 the sensation to see
   thoughts
immediately
   recognised
yet

  estranged &

the enigmatic
  &the extraordinare

   representation
of
vital
movements
  nostalgia&
 serenity
 still  &
accompanied
in a sort
of dialogue

 extreme&
yet seemingly
   significant
of
 the arrested
moment

THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two way interplay and often a unique interpretation by the enigma so derived

Sideways-soft


         When you look at things straight on,
         It seems to me that they are gone.

         When sideways-soft you take a glance
         Does visibility advance.

         Being too Upfront-What’s-This?
         Leaves so much that you can miss.
© C.M. Kelly  Create an image from this poem.

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